This is General Petternius's exquisite tactics. He is worthy of being an expert in the military formation for 30 years. Although his ranks, like Katilin, have three wings on the left and right, but unlike Katilin, they share the same force. Petternius adopts a method of placing troops with uneven proportions. He significantly thickened the depth on the left wing, and all the veterans with combat experience are equipped with veterans with combat experience. He must focus on breaking the enemy's right wing first, and then adopt the commonly used axle assault of the Spartans, and attack the locations of Katilin and Eagle Banners with the central troops!

Now, Petneus's goal has been achieved. The soldiers in the first three and four columns of Katilin were either cut down or turned around and fled. The chain effect has emerged. The follow-up reserve soldiers arranged by Katilin could not resist the attack of the veteran Petneus, and continued to defeat one after another...

When Karabis was picking up the newly picked sword and rushing toward Katilin's command position with the others, hundreds of Katilin's fans were quietly surrounding the idol and the eagle flag. "Now, let's take the eagle flag that symbolizes the glory of the motherland and rush towards the enemy's most densely packed opponent!" Katilin put on his armor, jumped off the small platform, and hedged with Karabis and others who were almost unarmed.

Just after Kathirin went to war, his entourage was about to carry the eagle flag to boost the morale of the entire army, suddenly several gladiators dressed up, stabbing their backs and waists from behind. The "Simbri" eagle flag slowly fell down, and the rest of the rebels were filled with mourning. At the mountain pass on the back, several infantry brigades of Marcus Metra also came down along the hillside and joined the sequence of encirclement and annihilation. Soon, the center of the rebels, the left wing and the reserve team began to disintegrate. The only thing left was the ending of being massacred.

In the killing formation, Katilin soon met Karabis, "You come and take my noble head, a pariah!" Katilin held the iron hand of his ancestors, huddled the fighting sword to his waist, and shouted with energy.

"I have said that there will be such a day, and the corpse that fell in this wasteland is yours." Karabis made his move first and stabbed Katilin in a fire. "There are no nobles and lowly people in this world, only winners and losers!"

"It's such a pity for me, why aren't Caesar and Crassus on that amber board!"

"Because I've dealt with their names, it's not difficult to find such a craftsman in Rome."

Katilin stabbed Karabis' groin with a sword, and Karabis also cut his shoulder. The two then gave up the sword fighting and hugged each other and started fighting. "Caesar is the same person as me. You are doing nothing." Katilin pressed Karabis on his body, picked up a flying stone, and smashed it down on his forehead.

Karabis reached out and held the smashed flying stone. The two of them began to wrestle, "Don't misunderstand, I have no feelings for the Republic, but Caesar is more valuable than you. He is the one who nailed the last nail to the coffin of the Republic!" Then Karabis bent and pulled his arm, and Kathirin whined. His wrist was twisted backwards and dislocated. Then Karabis swung his face several times, and his mouth and nose were tilted to one side. Karabis turned over, pulled off the iron hand that Kathirin was carrying, and smashed it down like a rain.

Finally, Katilin lay on the ground like a pool of mud, his dislocated hands hang to one side, his mouth gushed with blood and teeth. Most of his fans were cut down and killed. Karabis gasped, took off his chest, then picked up the sword and pressed it on the heart of his chest.

"Please give me a military-like noble death..." Katilin's eyes trembled and said softly.

Karabis nodded, then placed the sword across Katilin's neck and pulled it gently. Rome's most famous conspirator and traitor, his legs twitched twice, and he never moved again.

At dusk, hundreds of scarred rebels groaned and fell half under a cliff, but there was still no words of begging for mercy. The expressionless veterans of the Neruda Legion stepped on the body, held a sword, and stabbed them to death one by one. Half a moment later, the battlefield returned to the twilight and bloody cover, and the shouts of killing gradually sank along with the setting sun.

In the narrow and long Pistonian wasteland, there was a scene of "luxury crops", but these crops were all the bodies of the rebels who died in battle. Almost no one was captured, and they all died bravely around Manius and Katilin. Karabis stood in front of Katilin's body, stroking his relics, the iron hands of his ancestors, and his body was shaking slightly.

Yes, at least half of the outcome of Katilin was attributed to his calculations. Of course, he knew that there were also seals of Crassus and Caesar on Langjis' amber board. These two people also participated in Katilin's plan, which was to use Katilin's reform plan to become the mind of the new "Ten Legislative Council". Once this ten-member committee was approved, it enjoyed great power, including passing laws, declaring war, colonizing, allocating land, etc., which was almost equivalent to the dictator Dick Thidd. So Crassus was willing to spend money to help Katilin clear the debts owed in the first election, but Karabis dug out the names of the two people and poked them out, and the Katilin plan was rejected. Crassus and Caesar were eager to get rid of Katilin's dirty gloves, and chose the thug to confront the Senate or Pompei. This newcomer was him.

So, will you, like Katilin, be a chess piece that can be played by others, be abandoned after losing its value, and be buried in this vast tragedy with humiliation, and will never be reborn?

Thinking of this, Karabis felt a little sad.

The wind in the wilderness blows away the dreams of losers, but ignites new ambitions and fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!